by depravpig
Skin Fuck 18
Time had lost all meaning for it.
IT. An object or an animal at best to serve its MASTER, to serve MEN.
When locked in its cage, its mind could recall all what had happened to it since offering itself to its MASTER in the pub.
After the first stage of dehumanisation, its MASTER decided make many of the temporary body modifications permanent.
One day, its MASTER hosed him down with freezing water whilst still locked in the cage to rinse the filth off of it, threw it a stinking track suit too large for it and a pair of destroyed trainers with no laces. Once dressed in the stupid clothes, it was pulled out of the cage, a thick rubber collar locked around its neck, thick rubber restraints locked on its wrists and ankles.
it was dragged in the garage next door, where its MASTER parked his cars and powerful bike. A greasy rubber hood with mouth hole was pulled over its head and it was ordered to sit on the pillion seat. As it lowered itself on the seat, it felt the constant plug forced further into its arse and it grunted earning it a hard slap on the back of its head. its MASTER placed its feet on the footrests and it felt the restraints being locked in place, fixing them to the bike. its wrists were locked behind it groping the rail on the back of the bike. MASTER put a helmet over its rubber covered head and within minutes they were speeding along the streets. Traveling at speed in total darkness scared the shit and piss literally out of it.
Eventually the mad race across town stopped. it had no ideas were it was, and the only thick it noticed was the silence. Very unusual for London, and the chill it felt told it that they were probably in an out of the way narrow street hiding some dark place. it did not know how right it was...
it was pulled off the bike and pulled by its collar up few stairs and inside a building. it heard its MASTER being greater by other MEN. The helmet was removed and its rubber covered head sent the MEN laughing. It was left standing as its MASTER and the MEN talking a long time, now and then turning it around.
Then its MASTER told it to obey the MEN or it would be made to regret it and left.
it was pulled in another room and told to remove its clothes. Obviously not going fast enough by the slaps it got all over, sending it to the floor. Once naked, the hood was removed and it was facing two MEN. They gave it just enough time to understand where it was: a tattoo and piercing studio crossed with a torture chamber. All the modern sterilized equipment mixed with a customised dentist chair with straps all over, a st Andrew cross on the wall, stocks, fuck bench and cabinets of tools. it had barely enough time to get scared that it was pushed towards the low stock and forced to kneel in front of them, its head and wrists locked in the holes, its ankles locked apart near the floor. Without a word they processed to shave its head totally smooth, removing every single hair root using a cream of some sort. Once done they left it alone for a while. When they returned it was released from the stocks and it was dragged on the floor like a sack to a table. The top with a hole in it was pulled apart and closed around its neck with it kneeling underneath, its body strapped to the frame, immobilising it. They put a metal rube on each side of its head, two disks were pushed in the sides of its head and screwed tight to held its head in place. A hollow place was pushed under its chin. it could not move at all, and it got really scared making the MEN smirk at it. One of them sat in front of it as the other applied a sticky paper to the top of its head for few seconds. And it understood, they were going to tattoo something on its head. it was forced out of its thought by the buzz from the needle and the stinging pain on its scalp. it felt an oval shaped being inked in its skin again and again in te center of its head. And when the MAN started the permanent « colouring" it realised what they were doing, making it moan. its MASTER wanted it with a permanent mohawk on it. The MEN laughed gain at it understanding its fate. The tattoo took a long time to complete and by the end it was standing held by the straps. THEY covered the tattoo and released it from the table. it collapsed on the floor. But THEY shouted at it to get in the chair. it crawled to it, obviously not going fas enough again as it was kicked to move. Once in the chair, THEY strapped it tight at the ankles, knees, waist, chest, neck,forehead, wrists and elbows: it was one with the chair. And it could not stop itself to fight the straps at the sight of the pliers, needles and rings on a table next to it.
First they removed its snout ring and threw it away. Using metal forceps they made its hole much bigger than it was and pushed a very heavy ring in it, next it tits ring were replaced by wider ones, flesh tunnel replace the rings in its ears and a much wider PA ring. THEY worked on it at the same time and it was grateful for the straps holding it. When THEY stopped it thought it was the end. How fucking wrong it was. They spread the lower part of the chair, pulling its legs wide apart to give a full and close access to its groin. They locked a thick heavy tight ring around its cock and balls. Next THEY put a steel chastity cage over its dick screwing it to the cock ring. By now it was a mess and it could not stop the tears torn between becoming its MASTER animal and loosing more and more of its humanity.
THEY were done. it was released from the chair, back in its clothes, hands locked in its back and made to stand legs apart against wall.
When its MASTER arrived it wanted nothing else but to feel HIM against its body, even if only a slap or a kick. its MASTER thanked the MEN and dragged it outside to the waiting van. it was put on the floor in the back for the journey.
Once at its MASTER's place it was pulled through the connecting door in its stinking home again. it was stripped and and strapped spread eagle to the wall to heal. A large ball gag pushed in its mouth, the heavy metal collar back on its neck. its MASTER just looked at it playing with his cock, making it hungry for it moaning like a bitch. its MASTER slapped it hrs a few rimes till it stayed silent watching HIM taking pleasure in its modification and suffering. its MASTER came hard, letting the cum sticking on it and just pissed all over it before leaving.
its mind was totally fucked and it knew there was a lot more to come. It was strapped naked to the wall and all what it wanted was the feel of the rubber all over its skin. Greasy stinking rubber suit. NO, not a suit, its SKIN. A rubber animal. it could see the piles of rubber lying on top of the cage and it could not wait to be enclosed in it again. Black or brown skin. its dick was hurting locked in its metal cage but the more pain the more excited it was. A PAIN PIG. And then it cried. Missing its MASTER.
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Skin Fuck 19
It was days since its Master started to modify it. The
mohawk tattooed on its scalp, the heavy snout ring, the flesh tunnels, the
thicker tits and PA rings. But the worst was the metal cage locked on its cock.
it never had something like that on. Yes it had ball
weights, stretchers, metal cockring used on it but nothing like the cock cage.
When its Master left it spreadeagled on the wall to heal, it
dealt with being restrained but it was not ready when it sort of
managed to fall asleep for the pain it felt when getting hard in its sleep.
The new piercing was still sore and the tightness all over its groin
was very painful. And the stupid pain pig got even more excited by
the pain. It took all its will to calm down at the price of staying awake.
By the time its Master came back it was a fucking pathetic
mess, mumbling and moaning like a pig.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP CUNT! I bet you like the new you. Not that i fucking care what you think. And don't
worry, a lot more to come in time."
it dreaded to think what that meant. "Things look good pig, you will heal in no time." The ball gag was removed and in its place
a wide tube was pushed in its mouth. Feeding time. its Master poured a thick
paste in the funnel and as much as it sucked on it nothing came down.
"Wait piggy." And then its Master poured some liquid from a bottle in the
funnel making the paste slide down. it gagged when the stale piss and paste
filled its mouth. it had to swallow very quickly if it wanted to get
some air.
Once fed its Master released it from the wall, not bothered
as it dropped to the floor. Next it felt a tugging at its balls. its
Master put a large weight with rings on them and attached a short chain to the
rings. "GET UP!" Without ceremony its Master pulled it to the
middle of the garage and padlocked the chain to a ring in the floor, forcing its legs
apart and its balls to within a few inches of the floor. He quickly put
the ball gag tight in its mouth and pulled a thick rubber hood over its
head. He replaced the metal collar by a thick posture collar. it felt
the collar tighten and then a click as a padlock ensure s the hood will
not be removed. Who would remove it? it's locked in a stinking
garage, its new home and it could not be further away from the world even if
it was on another planet. The padlock was just another way to show how
useless it was, how dependent it was on its Master. "CONCENTRATE
CUNT!" He put rigid cuffs on its hands in its back and locked leather restraints
on its elbow locking them firmly together.
it squatted there, fixed by its balls to the floor, hooded,
gagged, its elbows and wrists tied tight in its back. After a bit it
Master locked a chain to the cuffs, passed it through a ring in the ceiling
and as he pulled on the chain its arms are raised painfully behind its
back. To get some relief it pushed on its legs, and balls. Just what its
Master wanted as he locked the chain in place. To relieve the pain in its
arms it had to pull hard on its balls, and to get relief on its balls, it
had to pull on its arms. it was FUCKED!!!!!
As its arms were raised up, its head was pushed forwards and
its Master attached another chain to the front of its collar and pulled
it to another ring in the floor. And to finish it, he pulled its legs part
till he could lock them to rings. it could move up or down just enough to
torture itself. its Master removed the basic plug and showed it its
new plug: a very big oval shape with a pig tail. its Master laughed as
it pushed the plug in its hole, making it grunt like a pig at the
slaughterhouse. The last thing its Master did was to bring a small crate in
front of it and turned a digital timer on.
00.00.35
"Be good piggy."
Then its Master left. Deaf to its shouting.
The pain in its arms was the worst, NO, the one in its balls
was. it was forced to fight both, trying to relax but that was
impossible the way it was fixed; it was breathing hard through the snout holes in
the hood, its mouth filled with the very large ball gag. And its dick
started to hurt too locked in the vicious cage on its groin. The solid cuffs in
its back stopped it from moving them to get any relief. its spread
legs were glued in place, and its back started to get sore. All this pain
hitting it worst than poppers. YES it wanted out, YES it wanted it to stop
and be able to relax on a sofa with a drink. But it needed the control, the
pain. it needed to be own by a MAN. Its MASTER. What was it thinking?
its Master did not care about it needed, craved for. He took a subhuman
from a pub to turn it into his pig. it remembered how many times it walked
around SM clubs knowing how many MEN looked at it, wanted to have it bound
at their feet almost begging it to let them do that. it thought it was in
control and it was quite proud of the list of DOMS it went through. And all
changed when it met HIM. it was bound over a baril at the back of a club,
its arse beaten by leather covered hands. he walked to it, put a
piece of paper in its boots telling it to call him the day it was ready for
something real... it nearly threw the number way, but it called and
was immediately instructed in how meeting him in the pub.
Back in the garage with only suffering as company, the smell
of the hood made it crave for its full rubber skin. it stared hard at
the timer through the pinholes over the eyes.
00.42.30 and it seemed like hours already. it was crying
under the hood. its mind was again lost in its world of pain. its
home.
it tried to find the right balance between its balls and
arms, the spot were bot could get some sort of relief but it was impossible
the way it was trussed up. it could only go from one pain the other.
After 2 hours its Master came back and it grunted like a
wild pig not giving a fuck it was hurting more trying to get close to its
master, showing it that it needed to be released.
"Fucking cunt, so happy to see me. Must be having a
good time."
it tried to make him understand that it was begging for
relief. Need to piss pig. Not going to release all my hard work. its Master
grabbed a feeding tube looking like a big catheter, he greased it and
started to push through the nose hole in the hood and up it snout. He kept
pushing it till it was going up its snout. it was feeling the rubber tube
being pushed inside incoming out passed its mouth. it tried to fight the
invasion like hell but it only made its Master laugh at its pathetic
attempt. its Master pissed in a piss bag and when he has it filled he connected
it to the feeding tube. he held the bag just above its head and he
squeezed the bag forcing the piss in the tub and straight in it. it was
flushing piss like a urinal. Not even given the chance to drink it out of its
Master. "Will have to feed you like that pig." it could only grunt, not a
fight left in it.
its Master grabbed a gas mask and pushed the tube through a
hole in it. "Just in case i need to piss again pig." He
pulled the rubber mask over its head tightening the straps. it could breathe. "No
need to see cunt."
And he screwed the caps on the lenses shut, leaving it in
the dark. Darkness and silence.
its body was hurting all over, it kept moaning inside its
rubber prison, its heartbeat beating like a drum in its head, every breathe
was like a storm. At one point it felt a strap being passed under its
arms to stop it from pulling too much on its arms, no support, no relief. it
cried and cried, mumbling a mantra begging for it to stop, for relief,
it promised anything to get released, but no one was there to listen to
it or maybe its Master was there looking at the pathetic pig.
Then it felt it. it felt the slack in the chain holding its
arms up. Slowly its arms were lowered and it was screaming in the gas mask,
relief had a price. The chain on its collar was removed, then the one on
its balls and its Master helped it to stand. The gas mask was removed,
then the hood and the gag. it could barely speak and just grunted its thanks.
SHUT UP CUNT. its Master released its arms, pulled the pig tail out
and dragged it to a corner where a rubber bag was spread on the floor. The inside
of the bag was still filthy for its last stay in it and it felt it
sticking to it as it put its arms in the sleeves and when its Master zipped
tight. he pushed a breathing tube in it mouth and pulled the tube in
its snout through a hole of the hood. When he pulled it over its head
it was encased in very thick tubber, no eye holes. "Ready to earn your
keep cunt." With that it felt its Master lifting it up on his shoulder and
taking it to the van. it was dropped on the floor.
Earning its keep?
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The filthy rubber bag was sticking to it like a skin. The bag was a bit too small for it, making very tight all over. A stinking rubber cocoon. Even with a tube up one of its snout holes, it could still smell the mix stink of shit, piss, sweat, grease and cum from its previous stays in the bag. The smell was like a drug for it, straight from its snout to its locked cock, pushing the spikes in its cock, exciting it even more.
What a fucking sick pig.
it could not stop itself from squirming in the bag, the heat melting the filth and greasing it all over. it wanted to feel hands rubbing all over its head, massaging the filth into its skin, the filth filling every pores on it, making it stink all the times, even when not in rubber. its mind was about to explode when it felt the van stopping. its Master got out, and nothing. it was left in the back of the van.
it could hear the traffic, cars' horns even people walking by it going about their every day life, walking pass the van, not aware of the sealed pig. That was not its world anymore, it abandoned all claims to humanity when offering itself to its Master. Maybe allowed to join it again in one or another form. it had to stop thinking, it was not its place to make plans.
The sound of the back doors opening made it jumped. it was dragged out by its feet, bracing itself to hit the ground but another pair of hands grabbed its shoulders before it hit the ground. FUCK, was it pulled out in public? it tried to squirm but it was firmly carried inside a building. It felt big. Like a cavern. it could hear a rumbling noise and the echoes of their steps as they carried it across the room. it started to fill a chill even through the rubber. it was dumped on the floor and left on its side resting against a wall. its mind was working on overdrive. Where was it, who were they, what were they going to do with him? Fear and excitement taking it for a nasty ride. it could hear them talking between themselves. it tried to hear their voices, did it know them? All it managed to understand was that there were two other men with its Master, and they were obviously talking about its fate. What were they going to do it...? "STOP THINKING CUNT!" its Master's voice nearly made it jump out of its skin. "See you later pig." FUCK, he was leaving it here. it tried to call him back but all it could do was to pathetically mumble around the gag.
The sound of metal doors banging across the big space sealed it at the strangers' mercy. Not that it expected much of it from them.
They picked it up and moved it a bit away from the wall. The bag was unzipped, and it felt all its heat replaced by a chill. They pulled it out the bag, one pulled the tube out of its snout making it moan. They pulled the hood off. it blinked few times to adjust after such a long time in total darkness. Standing over it were two men. Not just men. SKINHEADS. One white skinhead in a black sleeveless rubber t-shirt, tight bleachers, rangers with white laces and white braces hanging on his sides was squirming at it with an evil grin. it shivered looking in his eyes. The other skin, a tattooed mixed race asian skin in a black sleeveless rubber t-shirt with yellow stripes on the sides, tight cameo skin trousers, rangers with yellow laces, yellow braces and a chain padlocked around his neck was glaring at it like if it was dog's shit stuck to his boots. it looked around and it knew where it was.
A rubber shop in a railway arch. Specialised in the more extreme and filthy side of rubber, creating everything to turn a pig into a piss or shit recycling unit. The space was filled with all sorts of rubber clothes and gear hanging on scaffoldings. Everything to change the arrogant suited man it was once into a filth craving depraved rubber pig. It used to visit this shop, even buying its first rubber t-shirt and shorts here because it thought that was a cool gear to wear. it sort of gave it a status: look the branded rubber I wear. it remembered the first time it saw the rack of dirty used jocks lined on a bar for visitors to smell and touch, the white urinal on the wall with a rubber tube hanging waiting for a pig to be connected to it, the restraints attached to the railing, the... "GET UP SCUM!" it jumped and faced the white skin, looking him in the eyes. The look it got back was enough to make it drop its head. "Good boi." You obey and I don't want to hear your voice. You grunt once for yes, twice for no. Your Master gave you to us till tomorrow night. Let's get you geared up."
They marched it to an area where many rubber suits were hanging. Anything from basic short or long ones to full rubber one piece with socks, gloves, hood and tubes for full enclosure. The sight of all that rubber and its smell made it moan like a sow in heat, making them laugh. Hold on piggy, got to set you first. That said they grabbed its arms and tied its wrists to restraints locked to a scaffolding, doing the same to its ankles, leaving it totally spread. "Get the bag." The mixer race skin stifled a "Yes Boss." The white skin put thin rubber gloves on, not the surgical ones. Black latex gloves, more for fun then real protection from touching the pig. He got a small weird shaped screwdriver and removed five tiny screws from around the top of its chastity cage, allowing him to remove the cap part of it. He removed a spike covered disc blocking the cap and he screwed a tube with a metal end to the piss hole. Next he greased the tube, pushed it in its dick still in the metal tube. it felt the rubber tube sliding deeper and deeper inside its cock till it passed inside its bladder. With the help of the metis skin, they screwed the cap back on the metal cock cage leaving with a catheter down its dick. Next they screwed the metal end of another catheter on the piss hole with a bag attached to it. The second one had pierced a seal of some sort in the first one because as soon as it was screwed in place, its piss just filled the bag. They just laugh at it. "Don't worry piggy, gotta to recycle it all. Not gonna waste anything when we got you here. From you, me, mongrel or the customers. Get fucking ready for it. UNDERSTOOD PIG?"
"GRRFF! " it didn't even think about how to answer, it just grunted like an animal.
When it stopped pissing, the metis skin clamped the outside catheter, removed the bag, poured the piss out in a big feeding bottle and closed it.The end had a short metal tube on it. The skin pushed the tube between its lips and nothing happened. "SUCK ON IT CUNT! FUCKING IDIOT! » it sucked on it hard and it felt the piss flooded its mouth. As soon as it stopped sucking on the tube, the piss stopped. it was forced to suck on it non stop to get the piss out of the bottle. When the bottle was empty the skin just threw the bottle away. They released its ankles and wrists from the metal bars, dragged it under a hoist, passed a chain trough the rings on the restraints and locked it on the large hook near its head. The white skin grabbed the control box and lifted the hook pulling its arms up tip it was barely touching the floor with its toes. it felt like a pig at the slaughterhouse. "GREASE IT." The metis skin had put some think industrial rubber gloves on and grabbed a basket filled with a thick clear liquid in it. He started to plunge his hands in it pulling them out full of the stuff dripping back in the bucket. It looked thick and sticky: J-lube. The skin got his hands full of it and slapped it on its legs, covering them in the grease. it started to smell stale piss. And its sniffing sounds sent the white skinhead laughing. "Got it piggy. Saved the piss just for you. Piss and J-lube. « The rubbered hands greased its feet, up its legs, covering the cock cage and its balls with the slinking lube, slapping a thick coat on its arse, the plug pulled out and replaced by the fingers stretching its hole. The white skinhead showed it a fucking bulbous monstrosity. A huge bullet shape plug. As big as a fist. The plug was pushed against its hole and the skin waited for it to open its hole for the plug, the plug was pushed up its fuck hole making it grunt like a fucking whore. its mind was blown by the heat it felt when its muscles had to stretch again and again to accept the fucking thing in its arse.They just laugh at its moans and whimpers. The plug was push restlessly through its hole till it was totally inside it, keeping it stretch around the base. "Get it.""The metis skin got a rubber suit. "Your new skin cunt."
They opened hidden zips on the suit's shoulders and started to slide it up its legs. The rubber was very thick and very tight. it felt the tightness going up its legs as they made sure it was glued to it all the way up to its groin. They worked together on pushing its locked cock through a tight hole in the front of the suit. They greased its chest and back with the lube, pulling the suit higher and higher. The white skin got a pole with a very heavy base between its legs, strapping them at the ankles and thighs before lowering its arms and removing the restraints on them. They greased it with the stinking lube all rover its arms and up to its neck. They pushed its arms inside the sleeves and closed the zip on them up to the neck. The rubber covered the zips as if there was no way to remove the suit. They locked the restraints on its wrists and in its back. The white skinhead got something that looked like a soft cock. "Had to work on that one a bit pig, should work just fine." it was a tick rubber cock sheath with a pouch for its balls. They pushed the catheter through a hole at the end and pulled it over its cock cage, pushing its balls in the pouch bit and then against its groin well passed the hole in the suit. Once in place, a solid rubber cock hanged out of the suit. They showed it another couple of sheath. "Got a couple of version for you piggy."
The rubber felt very tight all over it, it stupid cock hard as fuck in the cage making it feel the catheter in it even more. it felt completely encased in the tight black thick skin. it was turned into the animal it was. A rubber gimp.
"Time to finish you up piggy."
The withe skin got a pair of players and remove the segment to open its snout ring. He got a thick rubber hood, placed it in front of its head for the metis skin to pull its snout ting through the small holes and pulled it over its head. it could breathe through the snout and mouth holes but t could not see anything. No eyes holes. they closed its snout ring leaving the metal ring marking it as live stock hanging against it black skin. They released it from the restraints. it felt some rubber socks fitted over its feet and under the thick suit. They started to push its hands inside thick rubber gloves, but when it got to the bottom of them there were no fingers for it. They were mitts going up its elbows. its fists were put inside more sleeves with a solid ball at the end before restraints were locked on its wrists and arms. They dragged it to where they wanted it, forced it to lay down on its back. it felt being enclosed in a rubber bag with straps tightened all over it. They pulled its solid metal and rubber cock out, they put a wide posture collar around its neck and locked a very thick penis gag in its mouth before securing its neck to the floor. When it started to breath through the hollow gag it had to pull hard to get any air in its lungs. The small holes over its snout were not better. it realised their was a long tube attached to it gag. it felt the two slings' boots against its sides and something came down the tube before filling its its mouth. PISS!!!! it was connected to the urinal!!! The urinal was just outside the changing room and on its many visits it wished there was a pig connected to it for use. Now it was the piss tank. it had to swallow quickly as the piss came coming down the tube and it was out of breath when it stopped. "TIME TO OPEN FOR BUSINESS CUNT!!!!" it got a couple of kicks before they walked away.
it was sealed in rubber, connected to a urinal in an arch under the railway. it could hear far away the trains passing over the shop.
it wanted its Master.
Again time had lost all meaning for it. it tried to listen for any sounds. All it could hear was the rumbling sound each time a train passed over the shop and some faint talk. MEN passed by it on the way to the changing room. it was concentrating as much as it could to get ready for their piss filling it. it got used to the feet on its sides and it could picture a man standing over it, pulling his dick out and pissing in the porcelain bowl not giving a second though about it. it was just a piss tank. its bladder was getting full and it started to moan in the piss gag. A couple of hard kicks made it stop moaning. But it was fucking desperate to piss. Not to piss, to be emptied like any tank. it felt the recycling piss being flushed out of it when its bladder relaxed. And it was grateful. That was until the gag was removed and the metal tit of the feeding bottle was pushed in its mouth. it sucked on it like if its life depended on it. it emptied three bottles of recycled piss before the piss gag was push back in its mouth. But that was not the same gag. The penis shape was much bigger and longer, going deeper in its throat. The first time piss passed through it, it was forced to swallow quicker taking big gulps each time. Only its throat could move to swallow the bitter liquid. it thought it was well used to piss. But it learned that some piss is way more nastier than other. After the first few loads of piss it started again to be excited by the state it was in. And the feel of boots next to it turned it on even before tasting the piss. Then it started to want out. To be released. But the men kept using the urinal, the piss kept filling it... And there was nothing it could do to stop it.
it was a urinal for MEN.
When its bladder was full, the plug in its arse felt even fucking bigger. its hole was stretched around the base and it was forcing to open it even more to accommodate the solid rubber impaled in it. it tried to lift its arse off the floor but the bag stopped it to get any relief. it heard many times the MEN laughing at its pathetic attempts.
Over time its mind drifted again and again enclosed in the tight rubber covering its head. it could even "see" outside the hood. The MEN walking in the shop to find the rubber form under the urinal, stopping next to it to have a good look at its setting, pulling their cock out and letting their piss straight in the urinal and enjoying the gurgling sound as it flushed the piss. it didn't know if it was dreaming or processing what was happening to it.
"WAKE UP CUNT!" it was startled by the shout and it opened its eyes wide but how useless was that when still encased in the rubber hood. it felt the tube removed from the gag and it was dragged away from the urinal. it felt its bladder relaxed as it was drained. it expected to be fed the piss but nothing. They removed the gag and without the rubber keeping its mouth open its jaws it felt its muscles on fire as it closed its mouth. Already missing the gag. The posture collar was removed and the bag opened letting it feel the chill sending shivers up and down its body. And as it squirm still laying on the bag it felt the lube all over it. it moved its sealed hands up and down its chest, the solid balls stopping it to really feel anything. it was pulled up on its knees, the restraints on its wrists and arms unlocked, the solid mitts removed. Next it felt its snout ring being opened, then the hood came off, blinding it totally. it opened its eyes slowly. Both skins standing i front of it, holding their cocks. The moment its eyes were fully opened they showered it in their piss, hitting its face, avoiding its fully opened mouth on purpose. They were soaking its new rubber to get rid of the smell of new rubber. The white skin closed its snout ring and it was left on its knees, arms hanging at its side, dripping with piss.
it sort of understood that they were closing for the day, and it could not help shivering at the thoughts of what they would do to it now. Flashes of it sealed in rubber, tied up, caged, stored in many ways passed through its mind. But it was not ready for what happened next.
The white skin stood in front of it holding a biker suit. A dirty well used red, blue and white mass of heather looking leather. He threw the suit at it. "Put it on!" it grabbed the leather, sat on the floor and started to pull it over its legs. its rubber skin didn't stop it from feeling the wetness inside the suit. And when it put its arms inside and pulled it over its shoulder, the smell of stale piss filled its snout. Next they gave it some filthy yellow football socks and a pair of destroyed biker boots to put on. They pulled it up on its feet. The white skin pulled the zip closed up its neck and used a key to lock the zip in place, then doing the same on its wrists. A fucking lockable biker suit. it was not surprised when some locks were put on the boots too. Their twisted mind had no limits as they put biking gloves over its hands still in the rubber mitts, locking them in place. it looked like an ape with the gloves hanging low. They got they bomber jacket and bags. The withe skin stood in front of it holding a very dirty football sock that used to be white. He stuffed its mouth with it, pushing it all behind its teeth and forcing it mouth shut. "Let's go."
it followed them outside.
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The moment it stepped outside it wanted to go back inside the shop.
The pavements were packed with people trying to get to the train station and on their way home. it had to move quickly behind the two skins to make sure not to lose them in the sea of suits and working gear.
The heavy biker suit was like a body restraint. Stiff and heavy, making it very difficult to walk at a fast pace behind them. it struggled to take every step, forcing its way through the mass of bodies. And there was no shortage of angry comments directed at it.
It felt like a sore spot. it could feel the disgusting looks. But it kept moving forward.
Once at the station they went straight to the underground escalators, not looking once behind them to see it was still there. What would it do if it lost them with its useless hands and stuffed mouth? it dreaded at the thought of begging someone for help. FUCK, they were hallway down the escalator, and it hurried down to catch them up. The metis skin opened the gate for it without a look back. it rushed through onto the packed platform and it was pushed against more bodies. The disgusted looks it felt told it that the stench coming of it was not only in its head. it was stinking like a cesspool. it tried to keep its head down, to blend in but there was no way this was going to happen the way it was geared up. The two skins attracted many envious looks, even flirting ones. it received only disgust. The people around it tried to get away from it.
When they got on the tube, it found itself in the middle again, it had hoped to get in a corner but no such luck. This time it could hear the comments. "Fucking stinks, that's disgusting, fuck there's a dead rat around, sick fuck..." And it knew it looked stupid with its lips sealed tight around the filthy sock in its mouth, forced to breathe through its snout. its ringed snout, marking it as a pervert for all to see. its throat was dry and all it got was the piss and sweat juice it was sucking out of the sock. At one point it saw the withe skin's gaze on it, the evil smirk forcing it to lower its head.
The journey seemed to last hours, sweating like a pig, making the stink even worst. it hoped they were taking it to their place and remove it again from the world. They obviously had other plans when they changed at the first stop and got on the central line. They were taking it to town. They got off few stops further, up another long escalator with it struggling at every step behind them. Another gate, more stairs and it was finally in the open air. Again on a crowded pavement. When it saw the street they were walking down it knew they were going to show it off in one of the many gay pubs around... it was just not expecting the one they took it to. They walked past a couple of pubs it thought were the skins' watering hole because of the many skins meeting there. The more they got closer to the end of the street, the more it was sure where they were taking it. The worst place to show it off. A place it called the aquarium because of the two floors glass walls showing the trendy crowd mingling around drinking cocktails. The skins walked in the metal and glass bar. it followed them, head down not daring looking at anyone. The sound of disgust filling its ears again. Why was it ashamed of its state, why was it giving a fuck about what they thought? The two skins got a couple a pints for themselves and met with two men in suits not bothering acknowledging it.
it stood behind the skins, feeling so fucking stupid, so out of place and it knew it was the center of attention. it was a curiosity for them. A subject of gossip. Something to tell their posh friends about over dinner, describing the stupid ape invading their territory.
it tried to concentrate on the skins, ready to move. But they just ignored it having a good time. it tried to stay still to avoid bringing more attention on itself. Standing straight it could feel the piss escaping its bladder through the catheter and down its leg inside the boot. FUCKING HELL. it moaned and got a sharp look from the white skin. He knew what was happening and he enjoyed its discomfort. The plug filling its arse was getting hard to deal with as it was getting desperate for a shit. the plug was solidly forced up its hole by the rubber and leather suits. its bowels were cramping every few minutes.its body tried to adjust with the lack of release and every cramp got more and more painful. it fought hard not to show any outside discomfort. it was sure people could see it shake like a leaf.
The skins said their goodbyes telling their friends to make sure to stop at the shop the following day to check on the pig. it blushed and shivers rom the sneering it face when it looked up at them, lowering its head quickly. As it walked out of the bar, it felt the eyes on it. But it felt relief leaving the place. Nothing could be worst than that. How wrong and stupid was it? it followed the skins to a place it loved to eat and it felt good about the food coming. Stupid pig. "STOP CUNT. Face the window, legs spread, hands in back."
As they left it could not help moaning, begging not to be left like this. its pathetic sounds did not stop them from walking in the restaurant. it did not matter for now. The restaurant was an open floor below the street level with a band of clear glass for the light to go through. From below, the people sitting at the long tables had a full view of it displayed against the window. it got a lot of attention in no time. The skins got a spot where they could see it. But they not even looked at it once. it was very aware of its display. it could feel the sweat running down its back, down into the crack of its plugged arse. The longer it stayed still the more it felt a pain in its shoulders, it tried to ease it moving s little as possible and the smell sipping through its neck filled its snout. Turning it on something wild. The smell of rubber, piss, sweat, leather shooting straight to its locked dick. it stayed displayed to the passer by on they way to dinner, a drink with mates or home. it could hear the sniggering and comments as they stepped around it like it was a turd on the pavement. it didn't register the words, they meant nothing to it. It was there because its Master wanted it. it was serving him through the skins. it needed this.
"MOVE CUNT". Fuck, it had lost track of time and it fell flat on its face rushing behind them sending them laughing. it hurried behind them. The journey to their place was the same. Sniggering, humiliating comments, people moving away from it, disgusted looks. it even blushed something fierce when a group of teenage girls took pictures of it.
The skins were seating comfortably away from it enjoying every second of its humiliation. When finally back on the streets it was grateful that it was deserted. it looked like a warehouses district. But it realised that they had been turn into living units. The white skin unlocked a thick metal door and it followed them up some metal stairs to the third and to floor. On the landing there was only one huge door. The white skin slides it opened and it followed them in.
In heaven or in hell! The place was a huge open plan area divided by the furniture. its eyes stared at the many heavy chains with restraints hanging from the rafters across the place. A pig could be placed wherever they needed it. As it followed them towards the back it was assaulted by the smell of the place. RUBBER!!! Rubber sofa, thick rubber curtains on the windows and to separate or not the shower and toilet area. Even their big bed was covered in rubber and big lorry's air inner tubes used as furniture. And the more it came towards the back wall the more it was surrounded by rubber to found itself in a totally enclosed rubber space. On the floor, on the walls and a huge rubber curtain to close the space off. "ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES CUNT! When you arrive in a place you hit the fucking floor. " it dropped quickly on its knees, the métis skin facing it with its cock out. He pulled the sock out of its dry mouth and pissed all over its face and the leather suit, not bothered with the piss pooling on the floor. "LICK THE FLOOR CLEAN CUNT!" it pushed its face hard on the floor and lick the bitter piss as fast as it could, sucking it off the floor. By the time it finished it was soaked in piss and was painting out of breath. They pushed a sort of cat litter box under its head. it was filled with a paste. EAT! it tasted the paste too slowly for them. its head was pushed with a boot to the bottom of the box. "EAT CUNT!" it opened its mouth wide and swallowed the vile meal. it was oat and piss. And a lot of it. By the time it ate it all its face was coated in sticky paste. The white skin pissed all over its face to clean and without being told it cleaned the floor again. They did not give it any time to recover. The white skin unlocked the zips ons the biker suit and the metis skin unlocked the boots, removed the gloves on its hands. They pulled the leather off its shoulders, down its arms. they pushed it to the floor, grabbed the suit's legs and pulled it off it shacking like a bag. it slipped out of the suit and its snout was it by the stink coming off it. it had already soaked inside its rubber skin. it was on its back, starring at the skins, not daring to move. it was excited and scared. They walked away behind the rubber curtain. it looked around its home. Racks of rubber clothing, shelves packed with rubber, leather or metal gear. Piles of rubber plugs and dildos on the floor, a metal cage, more inflated rubber tubes and even lorry tyres. its eyes finally fell on a twisted piece of furniture. Three toilets seats mounted on a metal frame. it looked more closely at it. A metal band ran between the support legs of the bench with metal stocks under each seat. A pig could be locked at the neck and writs under them. its pathetic locked dick tried to fight agains the metal on it, only making it moan from the pain.
The skins came back and it instantly brought all its attention them. The white skin got a thick rubber hood with eyes, snout and mouth holes. He put it over its head pulling its snout ring out again. He seemed to like to see the metal agin its black. it was dragged under the middle seat on the bench, metal locked around its neck and wrists. The métis skin locked rigid cuffs on its ankles and locked the bar to the floor. In was not going anywhere. Again, it had no fucking idea. The métis skin took some curved metal band. He put one just above each of its knees, he adjusted the first one and it SCREWED it in place to the floor. He did the same to the second one. A wide and screwed around its waist, its chest and arms. it was screwed to the floor. And left it.
After a bit the métis skin came back. He was in the rubber t-shirt and chaps. Without a word he sat above its head. The stink from his arse was like a drug for it and it pushed its snout in it trying to get all of it. "OPEN YOUR HOLE CUNT!" it stretched its mouth wide open, trying to rise its head even closer to the shit hole about to fill it. First it received a couple of wet farts, not daring to close its mouth. And the métis took a massive dump in its hole. Thick, sticky, hot waste filling its hole. It felt the turd just curling in its hole pushing its checks further apart to make room for the shit that kept coming. "FLUSH!" it closed its mouth around the disgusting shit. The vile taste was enough to bring tears to its eyes. its Master trained it to be a toilet for SUPERIORS. But it could not help heaving as the foul shit started to go down its throat. it shut its mouth tight, not wanting to imagine what would happen if any of it escaped, or worst if it puked it all back up. it was forced to chew the shit to a paste in order to swallow it, to flush it down. it opened its eyes at one point and saw the skin looking at it with an evil smirk though the toilet seat. A MAN looking down a toilet. "OPEN YOUR TOILET HOLE CUNT!" He pissed in its hole standing up. Like a man.
When he finished, he pushed a fucking huge dildo gag in its mouth and locked it in place. The gag was passed the back of its mouth making it gag on it. it could just breathe through it.
it was just a commodity, a fucking toilet. Sealed to the floor, no control on its piss or shit. The massive plug reminded itself at the thought. Fuck it was desperate for a shit, but there was nothing it could do about it. The skin put a clamp on the catheter sticking out to its rubber covered metal cock cage.
The skin left. All lights when off. it heard heavy moaning. The sound of fucking. Then silence. it was left sealed to the floor for few minutes that it already wanted to move. it started to get hard in the cock cage, it wanted to main but did not dare to make any sound. it was screaming fin its head or any relief, any attention. But none came. Just silence. it sort of fell asleep for a short time and jerked awake in its restraints. it was hurting all over its restrained body, the plug in its arse was hurting as fuck, and its stupid cock was hard as steel. The night was a ride between torture and lust. At one point it saw a shape approaching it. The withe skin removed its gag and sat heavily on it crushing its head between the floor and his arse. It struggled to open its mouth wide under the hole just in time to be filled with a nasty soft shit, it was forced to swallow as it kept coming. The vile liquid paste sticking to its throat and coating its tube to the stomach. it did not get any piss to clean the shit. The white skin just gagged it again and went back to sleep. its stomach was full with the two loads of shit and the paste it was fed. it stated to fart something fierce. The stink escaping the rubber. Morning was long to come, and by then it was a total wreck.
The skins woke up and went about their things ignoring it. When they came, they were back in same rubber and skin trousers. it didn't hear any showers. And it got hard at the thought of its snout under their armpits, balls, smelling them again and again. They released it from the metal bands, pulled it by its feet from under the bench, the hood and gag came off as they threw him the biker suit and boots. it put it on as quick as possible, not wanted to anger them. Not an easy task with its hands still in the rubber mitts. They locked it again, and put its hands in the biker gloves again.
Once on the street it realised it was ready for another humiliating journey but they took it to a van and hogtied it in the back. it was rolled from one side to the other as they made their way across town. When they stopped and pulled it out, it expected to be back at the shop but they were in a narrow street not far from it. The withe skin removed the restraint on one wrist, pulled the glove and mitt of it. it had sweated so much that he did not have much trouble pulling the rubber off its arms. it was shocked when they walked in a greasy spoon. the owner, a big skin greeted them with a huge laugh when it saw it behind them. they sat in a booth and pointed to the seat opposite them. They got three mugs. The owner brought them two mugs of coffee and gave it one laughing. it was filled with warm piss. They all got a full breakfast, even it. it had to fight hard not to shovel the food down. it taste like heaven to it, but it knew that hell was not far. When they finished they put the glove back on it, they told the owner to stop by later, sending him laughing again. Somehow it felt that it was the reason of the laugh. And not a good one. walked along a quiet street under a railway bridge. They stopped and it was faced against a pillar. A zip at its arse in the biker and the rubber suits were open. "ON ALL FOURS PIG AND SHIT!" They did not really want it to shit like a pig in public. It looked up at them and found them starring at it. "You shit or we lock you up again." it started to push on its arse, the plug stretching its hole again making it cry by the sheer burn it felt. Then the slug and shit exploded out of its hole. it heard it hitting the ground and it moaned as much from relief as from humiliation. it wanted to piss but the clamp was still on the catheter. Bring the plug PIG! it looked at the shit covered rubber bullet. it knew instantly what they wanted and it turned around, walked on all f our, picked the plug with its mouth and took it to the white skin. it stopped in from of it and waited holding the dirty plug. The skin took it from its mouth and pushed it back in its fuck hole making it moan from the invasion. Even stretched as it was, it was not an easy thing to take. The skiing pushed his dirty fingers in its mouth for it to lick clean. They zipped it all back up. And soon it was again following them on a busier street. it saw the arch with the large metal door. They open the door, pushed it inside. The door slammed shut, sending shivers up its body.
The day only started.
Skin fuck 20
The filthy rubber bag was sticking to it like a skin. The bag was a bit too small for it, making very tight all over. A stinking rubber cocoon. Even with a tube up one of its snout holes, it could still smell the mix stink of shit, piss, sweat, grease and cum from its previous stays in the bag. The smell was like a drug for it, straight from its snout to its locked cock, pushing the spikes in its cock, exciting it even more.
What a fucking sick pig.
it could not stop itself from squirming in the bag, the heat melting the filth and greasing it all over. it wanted to feel hands rubbing all over its head, massaging the filth into its skin, the filth filling every pores on it, making it stink all the times, even when not in rubber. its mind was about to explode when it felt the van stopping. its Master got out, and nothing. it was left in the back of the van.
it could hear the traffic, cars' horns even people walking by it going about their every day life, walking pass the van, not aware of the sealed pig. That was not its world anymore, it abandoned all claims to humanity when offering itself to its Master. Maybe allowed to join it again in one or another form. it had to stop thinking, it was not its place to make plans.
The sound of the back doors opening made it jumped. it was dragged out by its feet, bracing itself to hit the ground but another pair of hands grabbed its shoulders before it hit the ground. FUCK, was it pulled out in public? it tried to squirm but it was firmly carried inside a building. It felt big. Like a cavern. it could hear a rumbling noise and the echoes of their steps as they carried it across the room. it started to fill a chill even through the rubber. it was dumped on the floor and left on its side resting against a wall. its mind was working on overdrive. Where was it, who were they, what were they going to do with him? Fear and excitement taking it for a nasty ride. it could hear them talking between themselves. it tried to hear their voices, did it know them? All it managed to understand was that there were two other men with its Master, and they were obviously talking about its fate. What were they going to do it...? "STOP THINKING CUNT!" its Master's voice nearly made it jump out of its skin. "See you later pig." FUCK, he was leaving it here. it tried to call him back but all it could do was to pathetically mumble around the gag.
The sound of metal doors banging across the big space sealed it at the strangers' mercy. Not that it expected much of it from them.
They picked it up and moved it a bit away from the wall. The bag was unzipped, and it felt all its heat replaced by a chill. They pulled it out the bag, one pulled the tube out of its snout making it moan. They pulled the hood off. it blinked few times to adjust after such a long time in total darkness. Standing over it were two men. Not just men. SKINHEADS. One white skinhead in a black sleeveless rubber t-shirt, tight bleachers, rangers with white laces and white braces hanging on his sides was squirming at it with an evil grin. it shivered looking in his eyes. The other skin, a tattooed mixed race asian skin in a black sleeveless rubber t-shirt with yellow stripes on the sides, tight cameo skin trousers, rangers with yellow laces, yellow braces and a chain padlocked around his neck was glaring at it like if it was dog's shit stuck to his boots. it looked around and it knew where it was.
A rubber shop in a railway arch. Specialised in the more extreme and filthy side of rubber, creating everything to turn a pig into a piss or shit recycling unit. The space was filled with all sorts of rubber clothes and gear hanging on scaffoldings. Everything to change the arrogant suited man it was once into a filth craving depraved rubber pig. It used to visit this shop, even buying its first rubber t-shirt and shorts here because it thought that was a cool gear to wear. it sort of gave it a status: look the branded rubber I wear. it remembered the first time it saw the rack of dirty used jocks lined on a bar for visitors to smell and touch, the white urinal on the wall with a rubber tube hanging waiting for a pig to be connected to it, the restraints attached to the railing, the... "GET UP SCUM!" it jumped and faced the white skin, looking him in the eyes. The look it got back was enough to make it drop its head. "Good boi." You obey and I don't want to hear your voice. You grunt once for yes, twice for no. Your Master gave you to us till tomorrow night. Let's get you geared up."
They marched it to an area where many rubber suits were hanging. Anything from basic short or long ones to full rubber one piece with socks, gloves, hood and tubes for full enclosure. The sight of all that rubber and its smell made it moan like a sow in heat, making them laugh. Hold on piggy, got to set you first. That said they grabbed its arms and tied its wrists to restraints locked to a scaffolding, doing the same to its ankles, leaving it totally spread. "Get the bag." The mixer race skin stifled a "Yes Boss." The white skin put thin rubber gloves on, not the surgical ones. Black latex gloves, more for fun then real protection from touching the pig. He got a small weird shaped screwdriver and removed five tiny screws from around the top of its chastity cage, allowing him to remove the cap part of it. He removed a spike covered disc blocking the cap and he screwed a tube with a metal end to the piss hole. Next he greased the tube, pushed it in its dick still in the metal tube. it felt the rubber tube sliding deeper and deeper inside its cock till it passed inside its bladder. With the help of the metis skin, they screwed the cap back on the metal cock cage leaving with a catheter down its dick. Next they screwed the metal end of another catheter on the piss hole with a bag attached to it. The second one had pierced a seal of some sort in the first one because as soon as it was screwed in place, its piss just filled the bag. They just laugh at it. "Don't worry piggy, gotta to recycle it all. Not gonna waste anything when we got you here. From you, me, mongrel or the customers. Get fucking ready for it. UNDERSTOOD PIG?"
"GRRFF! " it didn't even think about how to answer, it just grunted like an animal.
When it stopped pissing, the metis skin clamped the outside catheter, removed the bag, poured the piss out in a big feeding bottle and closed it.The end had a short metal tube on it. The skin pushed the tube between its lips and nothing happened. "SUCK ON IT CUNT! FUCKING IDIOT! » it sucked on it hard and it felt the piss flooded its mouth. As soon as it stopped sucking on the tube, the piss stopped. it was forced to suck on it non stop to get the piss out of the bottle. When the bottle was empty the skin just threw the bottle away. They released its ankles and wrists from the metal bars, dragged it under a hoist, passed a chain trough the rings on the restraints and locked it on the large hook near its head. The white skin grabbed the control box and lifted the hook pulling its arms up tip it was barely touching the floor with its toes. it felt like a pig at the slaughterhouse. "GREASE IT." The metis skin had put some think industrial rubber gloves on and grabbed a basket filled with a thick clear liquid in it. He started to plunge his hands in it pulling them out full of the stuff dripping back in the bucket. It looked thick and sticky: J-lube. The skin got his hands full of it and slapped it on its legs, covering them in the grease. it started to smell stale piss. And its sniffing sounds sent the white skinhead laughing. "Got it piggy. Saved the piss just for you. Piss and J-lube. « The rubbered hands greased its feet, up its legs, covering the cock cage and its balls with the slinking lube, slapping a thick coat on its arse, the plug pulled out and replaced by the fingers stretching its hole. The white skinhead showed it a fucking bulbous monstrosity. A huge bullet shape plug. As big as a fist. The plug was pushed against its hole and the skin waited for it to open its hole for the plug, the plug was pushed up its fuck hole making it grunt like a fucking whore. its mind was blown by the heat it felt when its muscles had to stretch again and again to accept the fucking thing in its arse.They just laugh at its moans and whimpers. The plug was push restlessly through its hole till it was totally inside it, keeping it stretch around the base. "Get it.""The metis skin got a rubber suit. "Your new skin cunt."
They opened hidden zips on the suit's shoulders and started to slide it up its legs. The rubber was very thick and very tight. it felt the tightness going up its legs as they made sure it was glued to it all the way up to its groin. They worked together on pushing its locked cock through a tight hole in the front of the suit. They greased its chest and back with the lube, pulling the suit higher and higher. The white skin got a pole with a very heavy base between its legs, strapping them at the ankles and thighs before lowering its arms and removing the restraints on them. They greased it with the stinking lube all rover its arms and up to its neck. They pushed its arms inside the sleeves and closed the zip on them up to the neck. The rubber covered the zips as if there was no way to remove the suit. They locked the restraints on its wrists and in its back. The white skinhead got something that looked like a soft cock. "Had to work on that one a bit pig, should work just fine." it was a tick rubber cock sheath with a pouch for its balls. They pushed the catheter through a hole at the end and pulled it over its cock cage, pushing its balls in the pouch bit and then against its groin well passed the hole in the suit. Once in place, a solid rubber cock hanged out of the suit. They showed it another couple of sheath. "Got a couple of version for you piggy."
The rubber felt very tight all over it, it stupid cock hard as fuck in the cage making it feel the catheter in it even more. it felt completely encased in the tight black thick skin. it was turned into the animal it was. A rubber gimp.
"Time to finish you up piggy."
The withe skin got a pair of players and remove the segment to open its snout ring. He got a thick rubber hood, placed it in front of its head for the metis skin to pull its snout ting through the small holes and pulled it over its head. it could breathe through the snout and mouth holes but t could not see anything. No eyes holes. they closed its snout ring leaving the metal ring marking it as live stock hanging against it black skin. They released it from the restraints. it felt some rubber socks fitted over its feet and under the thick suit. They started to push its hands inside thick rubber gloves, but when it got to the bottom of them there were no fingers for it. They were mitts going up its elbows. its fists were put inside more sleeves with a solid ball at the end before restraints were locked on its wrists and arms. They dragged it to where they wanted it, forced it to lay down on its back. it felt being enclosed in a rubber bag with straps tightened all over it. They pulled its solid metal and rubber cock out, they put a wide posture collar around its neck and locked a very thick penis gag in its mouth before securing its neck to the floor. When it started to breath through the hollow gag it had to pull hard to get any air in its lungs. The small holes over its snout were not better. it realised their was a long tube attached to it gag. it felt the two slings' boots against its sides and something came down the tube before filling its its mouth. PISS!!!! it was connected to the urinal!!! The urinal was just outside the changing room and on its many visits it wished there was a pig connected to it for use. Now it was the piss tank. it had to swallow quickly as the piss came coming down the tube and it was out of breath when it stopped. "TIME TO OPEN FOR BUSINESS CUNT!!!!" it got a couple of kicks before they walked away.
it was sealed in rubber, connected to a urinal in an arch under the railway. it could hear far away the trains passing over the shop.
it wanted its Master.
Again time had lost all meaning for it. it tried to listen for any sounds. All it could hear was the rumbling sound each time a train passed over the shop and some faint talk. MEN passed by it on the way to the changing room. it was concentrating as much as it could to get ready for their piss filling it. it got used to the feet on its sides and it could picture a man standing over it, pulling his dick out and pissing in the porcelain bowl not giving a second though about it. it was just a piss tank. its bladder was getting full and it started to moan in the piss gag. A couple of hard kicks made it stop moaning. But it was fucking desperate to piss. Not to piss, to be emptied like any tank. it felt the recycling piss being flushed out of it when its bladder relaxed. And it was grateful. That was until the gag was removed and the metal tit of the feeding bottle was pushed in its mouth. it sucked on it like if its life depended on it. it emptied three bottles of recycled piss before the piss gag was push back in its mouth. But that was not the same gag. The penis shape was much bigger and longer, going deeper in its throat. The first time piss passed through it, it was forced to swallow quicker taking big gulps each time. Only its throat could move to swallow the bitter liquid. it thought it was well used to piss. But it learned that some piss is way more nastier than other. After the first few loads of piss it started again to be excited by the state it was in. And the feel of boots next to it turned it on even before tasting the piss. Then it started to want out. To be released. But the men kept using the urinal, the piss kept filling it... And there was nothing it could do to stop it.
it was a urinal for MEN.
When its bladder was full, the plug in its arse felt even fucking bigger. its hole was stretched around the base and it was forcing to open it even more to accommodate the solid rubber impaled in it. it tried to lift its arse off the floor but the bag stopped it to get any relief. it heard many times the MEN laughing at its pathetic attempts.
Over time its mind drifted again and again enclosed in the tight rubber covering its head. it could even "see" outside the hood. The MEN walking in the shop to find the rubber form under the urinal, stopping next to it to have a good look at its setting, pulling their cock out and letting their piss straight in the urinal and enjoying the gurgling sound as it flushed the piss. it didn't know if it was dreaming or processing what was happening to it.
"WAKE UP CUNT!" it was startled by the shout and it opened its eyes wide but how useless was that when still encased in the rubber hood. it felt the tube removed from the gag and it was dragged away from the urinal. it felt its bladder relaxed as it was drained. it expected to be fed the piss but nothing. They removed the gag and without the rubber keeping its mouth open its jaws it felt its muscles on fire as it closed its mouth. Already missing the gag. The posture collar was removed and the bag opened letting it feel the chill sending shivers up and down its body. And as it squirm still laying on the bag it felt the lube all over it. it moved its sealed hands up and down its chest, the solid balls stopping it to really feel anything. it was pulled up on its knees, the restraints on its wrists and arms unlocked, the solid mitts removed. Next it felt its snout ring being opened, then the hood came off, blinding it totally. it opened its eyes slowly. Both skins standing i front of it, holding their cocks. The moment its eyes were fully opened they showered it in their piss, hitting its face, avoiding its fully opened mouth on purpose. They were soaking its new rubber to get rid of the smell of new rubber. The white skin closed its snout ring and it was left on its knees, arms hanging at its side, dripping with piss.
it sort of understood that they were closing for the day, and it could not help shivering at the thoughts of what they would do to it now. Flashes of it sealed in rubber, tied up, caged, stored in many ways passed through its mind. But it was not ready for what happened next.
The white skin stood in front of it holding a biker suit. A dirty well used red, blue and white mass of heather looking leather. He threw the suit at it. "Put it on!" it grabbed the leather, sat on the floor and started to pull it over its legs. its rubber skin didn't stop it from feeling the wetness inside the suit. And when it put its arms inside and pulled it over its shoulder, the smell of stale piss filled its snout. Next they gave it some filthy yellow football socks and a pair of destroyed biker boots to put on. They pulled it up on its feet. The white skin pulled the zip closed up its neck and used a key to lock the zip in place, then doing the same on its wrists. A fucking lockable biker suit. it was not surprised when some locks were put on the boots too. Their twisted mind had no limits as they put biking gloves over its hands still in the rubber mitts, locking them in place. it looked like an ape with the gloves hanging low. They got they bomber jacket and bags. The withe skin stood in front of it holding a very dirty football sock that used to be white. He stuffed its mouth with it, pushing it all behind its teeth and forcing it mouth shut. "Let's go."
it followed them outside.
Skin Fuck 21
The moment it stepped outside it wanted to go back inside the shop.
The pavements were packed with people trying to get to the train station and on their way home. it had to move quickly behind the two skins to make sure not to lose them in the sea of suits and working gear.
The heavy biker suit was like a body restraint. Stiff and heavy, making it very difficult to walk at a fast pace behind them. it struggled to take every step, forcing its way through the mass of bodies. And there was no shortage of angry comments directed at it.
It felt like a sore spot. it could feel the disgusting looks. But it kept moving forward.
Once at the station they went straight to the underground escalators, not looking once behind them to see it was still there. What would it do if it lost them with its useless hands and stuffed mouth? it dreaded at the thought of begging someone for help. FUCK, they were hallway down the escalator, and it hurried down to catch them up. The metis skin opened the gate for it without a look back. it rushed through onto the packed platform and it was pushed against more bodies. The disgusted looks it felt told it that the stench coming of it was not only in its head. it was stinking like a cesspool. it tried to keep its head down, to blend in but there was no way this was going to happen the way it was geared up. The two skins attracted many envious looks, even flirting ones. it received only disgust. The people around it tried to get away from it.
When they got on the tube, it found itself in the middle again, it had hoped to get in a corner but no such luck. This time it could hear the comments. "Fucking stinks, that's disgusting, fuck there's a dead rat around, sick fuck..." And it knew it looked stupid with its lips sealed tight around the filthy sock in its mouth, forced to breathe through its snout. its ringed snout, marking it as a pervert for all to see. its throat was dry and all it got was the piss and sweat juice it was sucking out of the sock. At one point it saw the withe skin's gaze on it, the evil smirk forcing it to lower its head.
The journey seemed to last hours, sweating like a pig, making the stink even worst. it hoped they were taking it to their place and remove it again from the world. They obviously had other plans when they changed at the first stop and got on the central line. They were taking it to town. They got off few stops further, up another long escalator with it struggling at every step behind them. Another gate, more stairs and it was finally in the open air. Again on a crowded pavement. When it saw the street they were walking down it knew they were going to show it off in one of the many gay pubs around... it was just not expecting the one they took it to. They walked past a couple of pubs it thought were the skins' watering hole because of the many skins meeting there. The more they got closer to the end of the street, the more it was sure where they were taking it. The worst place to show it off. A place it called the aquarium because of the two floors glass walls showing the trendy crowd mingling around drinking cocktails. The skins walked in the metal and glass bar. it followed them, head down not daring looking at anyone. The sound of disgust filling its ears again. Why was it ashamed of its state, why was it giving a fuck about what they thought? The two skins got a couple a pints for themselves and met with two men in suits not bothering acknowledging it.
it stood behind the skins, feeling so fucking stupid, so out of place and it knew it was the center of attention. it was a curiosity for them. A subject of gossip. Something to tell their posh friends about over dinner, describing the stupid ape invading their territory.
it tried to concentrate on the skins, ready to move. But they just ignored it having a good time. it tried to stay still to avoid bringing more attention on itself. Standing straight it could feel the piss escaping its bladder through the catheter and down its leg inside the boot. FUCKING HELL. it moaned and got a sharp look from the white skin. He knew what was happening and he enjoyed its discomfort. The plug filling its arse was getting hard to deal with as it was getting desperate for a shit. the plug was solidly forced up its hole by the rubber and leather suits. its bowels were cramping every few minutes.its body tried to adjust with the lack of release and every cramp got more and more painful. it fought hard not to show any outside discomfort. it was sure people could see it shake like a leaf.
The skins said their goodbyes telling their friends to make sure to stop at the shop the following day to check on the pig. it blushed and shivers rom the sneering it face when it looked up at them, lowering its head quickly. As it walked out of the bar, it felt the eyes on it. But it felt relief leaving the place. Nothing could be worst than that. How wrong and stupid was it? it followed the skins to a place it loved to eat and it felt good about the food coming. Stupid pig. "STOP CUNT. Face the window, legs spread, hands in back."
As they left it could not help moaning, begging not to be left like this. its pathetic sounds did not stop them from walking in the restaurant. it did not matter for now. The restaurant was an open floor below the street level with a band of clear glass for the light to go through. From below, the people sitting at the long tables had a full view of it displayed against the window. it got a lot of attention in no time. The skins got a spot where they could see it. But they not even looked at it once. it was very aware of its display. it could feel the sweat running down its back, down into the crack of its plugged arse. The longer it stayed still the more it felt a pain in its shoulders, it tried to ease it moving s little as possible and the smell sipping through its neck filled its snout. Turning it on something wild. The smell of rubber, piss, sweat, leather shooting straight to its locked dick. it stayed displayed to the passer by on they way to dinner, a drink with mates or home. it could hear the sniggering and comments as they stepped around it like it was a turd on the pavement. it didn't register the words, they meant nothing to it. It was there because its Master wanted it. it was serving him through the skins. it needed this.
"MOVE CUNT". Fuck, it had lost track of time and it fell flat on its face rushing behind them sending them laughing. it hurried behind them. The journey to their place was the same. Sniggering, humiliating comments, people moving away from it, disgusted looks. it even blushed something fierce when a group of teenage girls took pictures of it.
The skins were seating comfortably away from it enjoying every second of its humiliation. When finally back on the streets it was grateful that it was deserted. it looked like a warehouses district. But it realised that they had been turn into living units. The white skin unlocked a thick metal door and it followed them up some metal stairs to the third and to floor. On the landing there was only one huge door. The white skin slides it opened and it followed them in.
In heaven or in hell! The place was a huge open plan area divided by the furniture. its eyes stared at the many heavy chains with restraints hanging from the rafters across the place. A pig could be placed wherever they needed it. As it followed them towards the back it was assaulted by the smell of the place. RUBBER!!! Rubber sofa, thick rubber curtains on the windows and to separate or not the shower and toilet area. Even their big bed was covered in rubber and big lorry's air inner tubes used as furniture. And the more it came towards the back wall the more it was surrounded by rubber to found itself in a totally enclosed rubber space. On the floor, on the walls and a huge rubber curtain to close the space off. "ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES CUNT! When you arrive in a place you hit the fucking floor. " it dropped quickly on its knees, the métis skin facing it with its cock out. He pulled the sock out of its dry mouth and pissed all over its face and the leather suit, not bothered with the piss pooling on the floor. "LICK THE FLOOR CLEAN CUNT!" it pushed its face hard on the floor and lick the bitter piss as fast as it could, sucking it off the floor. By the time it finished it was soaked in piss and was painting out of breath. They pushed a sort of cat litter box under its head. it was filled with a paste. EAT! it tasted the paste too slowly for them. its head was pushed with a boot to the bottom of the box. "EAT CUNT!" it opened its mouth wide and swallowed the vile meal. it was oat and piss. And a lot of it. By the time it ate it all its face was coated in sticky paste. The white skin pissed all over its face to clean and without being told it cleaned the floor again. They did not give it any time to recover. The white skin unlocked the zips ons the biker suit and the metis skin unlocked the boots, removed the gloves on its hands. They pulled the leather off its shoulders, down its arms. they pushed it to the floor, grabbed the suit's legs and pulled it off it shacking like a bag. it slipped out of the suit and its snout was it by the stink coming off it. it had already soaked inside its rubber skin. it was on its back, starring at the skins, not daring to move. it was excited and scared. They walked away behind the rubber curtain. it looked around its home. Racks of rubber clothing, shelves packed with rubber, leather or metal gear. Piles of rubber plugs and dildos on the floor, a metal cage, more inflated rubber tubes and even lorry tyres. its eyes finally fell on a twisted piece of furniture. Three toilets seats mounted on a metal frame. it looked more closely at it. A metal band ran between the support legs of the bench with metal stocks under each seat. A pig could be locked at the neck and writs under them. its pathetic locked dick tried to fight agains the metal on it, only making it moan from the pain.
The skins came back and it instantly brought all its attention them. The white skin got a thick rubber hood with eyes, snout and mouth holes. He put it over its head pulling its snout ring out again. He seemed to like to see the metal agin its black. it was dragged under the middle seat on the bench, metal locked around its neck and wrists. The métis skin locked rigid cuffs on its ankles and locked the bar to the floor. In was not going anywhere. Again, it had no fucking idea. The métis skin took some curved metal band. He put one just above each of its knees, he adjusted the first one and it SCREWED it in place to the floor. He did the same to the second one. A wide and screwed around its waist, its chest and arms. it was screwed to the floor. And left it.
After a bit the métis skin came back. He was in the rubber t-shirt and chaps. Without a word he sat above its head. The stink from his arse was like a drug for it and it pushed its snout in it trying to get all of it. "OPEN YOUR HOLE CUNT!" it stretched its mouth wide open, trying to rise its head even closer to the shit hole about to fill it. First it received a couple of wet farts, not daring to close its mouth. And the métis took a massive dump in its hole. Thick, sticky, hot waste filling its hole. It felt the turd just curling in its hole pushing its checks further apart to make room for the shit that kept coming. "FLUSH!" it closed its mouth around the disgusting shit. The vile taste was enough to bring tears to its eyes. its Master trained it to be a toilet for SUPERIORS. But it could not help heaving as the foul shit started to go down its throat. it shut its mouth tight, not wanting to imagine what would happen if any of it escaped, or worst if it puked it all back up. it was forced to chew the shit to a paste in order to swallow it, to flush it down. it opened its eyes at one point and saw the skin looking at it with an evil smirk though the toilet seat. A MAN looking down a toilet. "OPEN YOUR TOILET HOLE CUNT!" He pissed in its hole standing up. Like a man.
When he finished, he pushed a fucking huge dildo gag in its mouth and locked it in place. The gag was passed the back of its mouth making it gag on it. it could just breathe through it.
it was just a commodity, a fucking toilet. Sealed to the floor, no control on its piss or shit. The massive plug reminded itself at the thought. Fuck it was desperate for a shit, but there was nothing it could do about it. The skin put a clamp on the catheter sticking out to its rubber covered metal cock cage.
The skin left. All lights when off. it heard heavy moaning. The sound of fucking. Then silence. it was left sealed to the floor for few minutes that it already wanted to move. it started to get hard in the cock cage, it wanted to main but did not dare to make any sound. it was screaming fin its head or any relief, any attention. But none came. Just silence. it sort of fell asleep for a short time and jerked awake in its restraints. it was hurting all over its restrained body, the plug in its arse was hurting as fuck, and its stupid cock was hard as steel. The night was a ride between torture and lust. At one point it saw a shape approaching it. The withe skin removed its gag and sat heavily on it crushing its head between the floor and his arse. It struggled to open its mouth wide under the hole just in time to be filled with a nasty soft shit, it was forced to swallow as it kept coming. The vile liquid paste sticking to its throat and coating its tube to the stomach. it did not get any piss to clean the shit. The white skin just gagged it again and went back to sleep. its stomach was full with the two loads of shit and the paste it was fed. it stated to fart something fierce. The stink escaping the rubber. Morning was long to come, and by then it was a total wreck.
The skins woke up and went about their things ignoring it. When they came, they were back in same rubber and skin trousers. it didn't hear any showers. And it got hard at the thought of its snout under their armpits, balls, smelling them again and again. They released it from the metal bands, pulled it by its feet from under the bench, the hood and gag came off as they threw him the biker suit and boots. it put it on as quick as possible, not wanted to anger them. Not an easy task with its hands still in the rubber mitts. They locked it again, and put its hands in the biker gloves again.
Once on the street it realised it was ready for another humiliating journey but they took it to a van and hogtied it in the back. it was rolled from one side to the other as they made their way across town. When they stopped and pulled it out, it expected to be back at the shop but they were in a narrow street not far from it. The withe skin removed the restraint on one wrist, pulled the glove and mitt of it. it had sweated so much that he did not have much trouble pulling the rubber off its arms. it was shocked when they walked in a greasy spoon. the owner, a big skin greeted them with a huge laugh when it saw it behind them. they sat in a booth and pointed to the seat opposite them. They got three mugs. The owner brought them two mugs of coffee and gave it one laughing. it was filled with warm piss. They all got a full breakfast, even it. it had to fight hard not to shovel the food down. it taste like heaven to it, but it knew that hell was not far. When they finished they put the glove back on it, they told the owner to stop by later, sending him laughing again. Somehow it felt that it was the reason of the laugh. And not a good one. walked along a quiet street under a railway bridge. They stopped and it was faced against a pillar. A zip at its arse in the biker and the rubber suits were open. "ON ALL FOURS PIG AND SHIT!" They did not really want it to shit like a pig in public. It looked up at them and found them starring at it. "You shit or we lock you up again." it started to push on its arse, the plug stretching its hole again making it cry by the sheer burn it felt. Then the slug and shit exploded out of its hole. it heard it hitting the ground and it moaned as much from relief as from humiliation. it wanted to piss but the clamp was still on the catheter. Bring the plug PIG! it looked at the shit covered rubber bullet. it knew instantly what they wanted and it turned around, walked on all f our, picked the plug with its mouth and took it to the white skin. it stopped in from of it and waited holding the dirty plug. The skin took it from its mouth and pushed it back in its fuck hole making it moan from the invasion. Even stretched as it was, it was not an easy thing to take. The skiing pushed his dirty fingers in its mouth for it to lick clean. They zipped it all back up. And soon it was again following them on a busier street. it saw the arch with the large metal door. They open the door, pushed it inside. The door slammed shut, sending shivers up its body.
The day only started.